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Feb 2015
I thought he was my friend
Anyway I shot him three times through the chest
And watched him die screaming in a pool of blood
And now its my turn to die
As they strapped me on the gurney and slid the needle in
I realized it had all been a misunderstanding
When my internet friends fall out and block each other over a misunderstanding then it bothers me
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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